Their Calling
Draco had trapped her in a corner. Her skin glowed in the lamplight, eyes glinting. He held his hand to her face, lifting her chin. He raged inside. A need more profound than any other, he wanted the power. It was right. He wanted the danger, the excitement and the urge to rebel against his father. He desired her; the girl who came out of nowhere.
She knew things he did not, things he wanted for himself. Behind her features lurked the same fire that burnt within him. Draco sensed it for the first time in his short life. She wanted it too. She had ambition and she had the will to get it.
The acceptance came wordlessly. Together they were stronger. Draco could not explain it even if he dared to try. It was one of those mutual things that can only be fully understood by those involved.
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Rowan's calling had come out of the blue. She had been sitting next to Draco in a transfiguration lesson, a Scottish voice droning on in the background. Her mind wandered out of the classroom and into the grounds. The wind whipped at the leaded windows and rain trickled down their panes. The trees swayed this way and that, in total contrast to the morgue like classroom.
A sickly voice came into her head. "If it is right, do it. Do it quickly. Do not linger."
Rowan blinked forcefully, trying to clear her head.
"No." It whispered softly. "Do not deny it, my red one."
Rowan swallowed. Her head filled with a bloody image. It was blinding, a green light, filling her mind. Something fell with a thud, then a chilling screech echoed round her. Rowan swallowed again, not daring to look down. A shape grew in the corner of her eye, dark and threatening. Her head jerked around in a panic.
There was darkness. A void filled with emptiness.
A second passed until the voice seeped back into her mind.
"It will come.." He began again. "You must be ready.. You will be ready."
Red eyes burned out of the black abyss.
"Lord Voldemort will reward you, red one." With that the voice trailed away leaving Rowan more than a little freaked out.
She opened her eyes. The sky was darker than before. To her astonishment the lesson was almost over. She looked around and her eyes met with startling green. She looked up and found herself staring at the scarred head of Harry Potter.
He seemed to hold the gaze, frowning quite a bit. Rowan took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. However, Draco had other ideas.
"What you looking at, Potter?" He asked slyly. Harry's eyes darted uncontrollably to Rowan and she saw he looked in pain, Draco raised his eyebrows.
"What's the matter, Potter?" He spat. "Scar hurting again?"
Harry frowned more. "Drop dead Malfoy." He picked up his bag and stormed out of the classroom with his red-haired friend closely behind.
Draco gave a malicious laugh and collected up his stuff looking at Rowan, who was still staring at the spot where Harry had stood.
"What's the matter with you?" He asked in a half-annoyed, half concerned way. Rowan snapped out of her trance in an instant.
"Nothing, come on. Let's go get some..lunch." She said giving him a knowing look, motioning her head slightly. Draco looked over her shoulder and saw that Parkinson and some of her other girls were eavesdropping rather obviously outside the door.
Draco softened and clasped his hand around her waist. "Come on then." He said loudly. As Draco passed Pansy, his wand brushed her robes lightly. He whispered something inaudible and carried on up the corridor with Rowan, smirking slightly.
"What.?" Rowan started but was cut of by a piercing shriek.
It was Pansy.
She looked quizzically at him but he could only shrug, the smirk turning into a wicked grin. Rowan shook her head silently, biting her lip. The truth was Draco hadn't given her anything, well, just a little paranoia charm for good measure.
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Soon, the news of their relationship had got around the whole of school. Many rumors had been slung around, mainly by a rather jealous fifth year. Both Draco and Rowan were fed up.
One person who was glad of the gossip was Harry Potter. Often he had found himself the butt of Draco's scheming, mainly because of Rita Skeeter's articles.
Now it was Malfoy's turn to suffer.
Harry knew little about the girlfriend. Rowan Lennox was just another silver and green uniform to hate. He had always said he would despise anything any Malfoy liked.
Though Harry still could not get over that first time when their eyes had met. His scar had suddenly scolded him, like a bolt of lightening. A short, sharp, agony that no one around him could even imagine. But when he had opened his eyes, he had seen hers, filled with the same pain and confusion.
Nobody had ever looked at him like that.
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Draco had trapped her in a corner. Her skin glowed in the lamplight, eyes glinting. He held his hand to her face, lifting her chin. He raged inside. A need more profound than any other, he wanted the power. It was right. He wanted the danger, the excitement and the urge to rebel against his father. He desired her; the girl who came out of nowhere.
She knew things he did not, things he wanted for himself. Behind her features lurked the same fire that burnt within him. Draco sensed it for the first time in his short life. She wanted it too. She had ambition and she had the will to get it.
The acceptance came wordlessly. Together they were stronger. Draco could not explain it even if he dared to try. It was one of those mutual things that can only be fully understood by those involved.
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Rowan's calling had come out of the blue. She had been sitting next to Draco in a transfiguration lesson, a Scottish voice droning on in the background. Her mind wandered out of the classroom and into the grounds. The wind whipped at the leaded windows and rain trickled down their panes. The trees swayed this way and that, in total contrast to the morgue like classroom.
A sickly voice came into her head. "If it is right, do it. Do it quickly. Do not linger."
Rowan blinked forcefully, trying to clear her head.
"No." It whispered softly. "Do not deny it, my red one."
Rowan swallowed. Her head filled with a bloody image. It was blinding, a green light, filling her mind. Something fell with a thud, then a chilling screech echoed round her. Rowan swallowed again, not daring to look down. A shape grew in the corner of her eye, dark and threatening. Her head jerked around in a panic.
There was darkness. A void filled with emptiness.
A second passed until the voice seeped back into her mind.
"It will come.." He began again. "You must be ready.. You will be ready."
Red eyes burned out of the black abyss.
"Lord Voldemort will reward you, red one." With that the voice trailed away leaving Rowan more than a little freaked out.
She opened her eyes. The sky was darker than before. To her astonishment the lesson was almost over. She looked around and her eyes met with startling green. She looked up and found herself staring at the scarred head of Harry Potter.
He seemed to hold the gaze, frowning quite a bit. Rowan took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. However, Draco had other ideas.
"What you looking at, Potter?" He asked slyly. Harry's eyes darted uncontrollably to Rowan and she saw he looked in pain, Draco raised his eyebrows.
"What's the matter, Potter?" He spat. "Scar hurting again?"
Harry frowned more. "Drop dead Malfoy." He picked up his bag and stormed out of the classroom with his red-haired friend closely behind.
Draco gave a malicious laugh and collected up his stuff looking at Rowan, who was still staring at the spot where Harry had stood.
"What's the matter with you?" He asked in a half-annoyed, half concerned way. Rowan snapped out of her trance in an instant.
"Nothing, come on. Let's go get some..lunch." She said giving him a knowing look, motioning her head slightly. Draco looked over her shoulder and saw that Parkinson and some of her other girls were eavesdropping rather obviously outside the door.
Draco softened and clasped his hand around her waist. "Come on then." He said loudly. As Draco passed Pansy, his wand brushed her robes lightly. He whispered something inaudible and carried on up the corridor with Rowan, smirking slightly.
"What.?" Rowan started but was cut of by a piercing shriek.
It was Pansy.
She looked quizzically at him but he could only shrug, the smirk turning into a wicked grin. Rowan shook her head silently, biting her lip. The truth was Draco hadn't given her anything, well, just a little paranoia charm for good measure.
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Soon, the news of their relationship had got around the whole of school. Many rumors had been slung around, mainly by a rather jealous fifth year. Both Draco and Rowan were fed up.
One person who was glad of the gossip was Harry Potter. Often he had found himself the butt of Draco's scheming, mainly because of Rita Skeeter's articles.
Now it was Malfoy's turn to suffer.
Harry knew little about the girlfriend. Rowan Lennox was just another silver and green uniform to hate. He had always said he would despise anything any Malfoy liked.
Though Harry still could not get over that first time when their eyes had met. His scar had suddenly scolded him, like a bolt of lightening. A short, sharp, agony that no one around him could even imagine. But when he had opened his eyes, he had seen hers, filled with the same pain and confusion.
Nobody had ever looked at him like that.
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